Random Thoughts ... that make no sense
Have you ever believed in premonitions, or signs of destiny, or as you call them? Not me, I never believed it, but yesterday's was, clearly, and yet I underestimated, and ignoring the message, Merlin, when it comes to cats (the Egyptians teach us) we should never take anything for granted.
You have not understood anything, I guess. Let me explain.
Cats are part of the cat family. Oh, how much culture ... well, yes, thanks, but slowly with the flattery.
You say many things about cats, for the most part unfounded, including the fact that they, um how many? Seven or nine lives? I do not remember ever. Last but not least, it is said that cats are magical. Think about the bad luck that often is associated with the black cat. Or, and what better example, the cat was the animal that was often lumped together with the witches. And the cat in Alice in Wonderland, where we? Strange animal, the wise fool, who is certainly in the minds of us all.
short, The cat, of course, is an animal to be taken into consideration. Especially cats spoiled (this comment is personal and has nothing to do with popular traditions and folklore. Although, now that I think should write a little paragraph about how "most magical" spoiled cats).
Good. I'll tell you in brief.
In my condo, and those next door, a cat wanders underground, everybody's friend, but to no one. It 'a vagabond. And it is disrespectful, as well as flawed.
Let's face it. Pees where he should not, salt on the machines (not in, just above the hood and roof) and, gliding, scratch the whole body, into the homes of everyone, including when he is not invited and, once inside, you definitely his own business. E 'spoiled, right?
I was fine, he entered the house I mean. I kept him company, I had a soft spot for animals. Yesterday, however, he rebelled.
is not a very cuddly cat, well as I think no cat. But, being the bully that is, if he knows how to pamper you to have some tidbit in return. Yesterday, actually, I spontaneously jumped in the neck to be caressed and spupazzare (we also nose nose), then at some point, since (according to him) I was losing time in pampering and the like, instead of feeding him, I has bite. And a faint hint of morsettino, no. He bite. Did not do anything because I was dressed, but it was the thing that shocked me. Was or was not a sign?
In light of that, however, has happened to me today, I would say that it was. I've been bitten again. I spupazzo and cuddly and filled with kisses and carezzine (yes, I'm probably obsessive) and I get bitten. This time by one person.
He can not come to my mind what it says Marty, in the animated film Madagascar: not biting the hand that feeds you.
